A steady wave of rain pounded against the ajar window. Some ice cold droplets landed on my bare legs. I sat up on the window sill, resting my back against the wall. The constant sound of the rain nearly lulled me to sleep. A cold wind kept jolting me back to my senses every time I got close. Vulpix lay curled up in a ball on my lap, shivering periodically. Some of his fur had gotten damp from the rain. My thin sweater provided little warmth. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to put on shorts this morning. Ben lay in his bed, huddled under the covers for warmth. It's rather cold today.

The sound of Ben rustling under the covers made Vulpix's ears move, but he didn't get up. "You know, Princess, you're going to catch a cold if you sit there in that." He stated softly. My gaze wandered to him. His hair was matted to one side of his head. His eyes were soft, still hazed over with sleep. He yawned slightly, his chest moving up and down slowly. The blankets over top of him had lowered, revealing his toned chest. My cheeks heated up at the sight. Instead of replying, I focused my attention back to the window.

Waves continuously crashed against the shore. Wingull and Pelipper floated in the wind, not even having to flap their wings. A gray mist settled in the air, making visibility low. There haven't been any emergencies. But it is still early in the morning. Around six or seven. Doesn't matter though. Today is our day off. "How long has it been?" I asked quietly.

A few seconds of silenced passed. "Since what?" Ben's groggy voice asked.

"Since the fire."

More silence. "A little less than two weeks." He answered. I nodded my head slowly, keeping my eyes trained on the waves. My fingers idly stroked Vulpix's fur. What do I do? There has to be someone out there who is looking for me. Someone has to care. Do I venture out and try to rediscover what I've forgotten? Or do I stay here, leave the forgotten life in the past, and try to move on? Is it even possible to move on? I obviously did something to anger Team Rocket. Was I apart of them and betrayed them? Did I steal something from them? What could I have possibly done for them to try and hunt me down. If I left this island, I might be able to escape them. But then what? How do I go on about my life without knowing who I was? "You've been acting strange of late." Ben spoke up. "I can't remember the last time I saw you eat something. You don't have a regular sleep routine. And I know you're having nightmares." I shuddered at the dreams I've been having. They don't make sense. They are a jumble of incomprehensible images and faces. To others it may not be scary. But seeing those unknown faces frightens me. They could have been people I truly cared about. "You talk in your sleep. I can hear your pleads and screams."

I looked over to him. He was now sitting upwards, his feet dangling off the bed. His entire chest was now exposed, making it hard to look away. "I'm fine." I stated, finally able to tear my eyes from his body. There is always a ping of guilt in my stomach when I stare at him. It's like my mind is trying to tell me what I'm doing is wrong. But I'm not sure I entirely care. After all this time, we've become such great friends. I trust him with everything. And he trusts me the same.

There was a loud thunder clap, Startling me and Vulpix. He shifted uneasily on my lap, looking over to Ben. I heard more rustling and then footsteps. He pulled a chair over to the window sill and sat next to me. His hand rested on my thigh, making my body relax from its tense state. "You would consider us best friends, right?" He asked calmly, already knowing the answer.

"Of course." His other hand stroked Vulpix's fur.

"So hows about you open up to me?"

I sighed, looking down at him. His dark green eyes pierced against his tan complexion. They gazed out at the raging ocean. If there is one thing he is good at, it's knowing how to make people feel comfortable. "I had a life before this. Good or bad, I might have been a different person. There is this nagging feeling that there might not be anyone out there looking for me. Maybe I had no one."

Ben's eyebrows furrowed. "Do you really believe that?" I nodded my head. "I don't. We've know each other for how long? Three or four weeks? I don't make friends easily, contrary to what you may believe. But you got through to me somehow. I've grown attached to you in that short time and I trust you with practically everything. There is no way that someone like you is all alone in this world. And even if that's the case, I'm here fore you. And you know I always will be." I ran my fingers through his soft hair, bringing the matted side up.

He smiled, resting his head next to Vulpix on my lap. "Thank you Ben." I whispered, before letting my eyes close.

I gasped, lurching forward. Sweat covered my forehead. My breathing was heavy and slow. Ben didn't budge, but Vulpix was nowhere in sight. I grunted slightly, wiping my forehead with the sleeve of my sweater. The dream had already begun to fade from my mind. There was a loud beeping coming from Ben's styler. He woke up groggily, checking the device. He yawned loudly, causing me to yawn in return. "Time for breakfast. There is a meeting we have to attend as well." He stated after a small chuckle.

He sat upwards, complaining about a sore neck. I wasn't really listening, for I was mesmerized by the intensity of the waves. Ben's warm hand met my cheek, gently caressing it. "Sorry." I whispered. He helped me up from my sitting position and wrapped his arms around me. I let out a shaky breath, wrapping my arms around his bare back. "Ben, I'm scared." A few stray tears began to fall down my cheeks. "Team Rocket is after me. And I don't know what I did. I'm terrified of that man. I'm terrified of not knowing what I've done or what's going to happen."

Ben buried his face in the crook of my neck. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you. You're going to be just fine. I promise." I nodded my head, trying to believe him. He pulled away slightly, wiping a few tears from my face. "Hows about you go grab us some breakfast, and I'll go find out what this meeting is all about. Meet at the conference room in ten?"

"Alright." I said softly. He walked to his dresser to put on a shirt while I walked to the door, gently closing it behind me. Maybe he is right. Maybe I'm thinking far to much into this. I'm sure with time my memory will come back. I've just got to keep trying.

The hallways in the Union were bare as I walked towards the cafeteria. Everyone is probably already inside eating or settling into the conference room. I quickly grabbed a strawberry muffin and a blueberry muffin. As I walked down the long white tiled hallway, I nibbled on the strawberry muffin. Just as I made the turn around the corner, my body collided with something strong. A gasp escaped my lips as I landed on my butt, the strawberry muffin sliding away from me on the floor. "Oh man." I mumbled, getting up painfully.

The person who stood before me was a large, bulky man. His hair was a dark brown styled up in a fohawk. His eyes were a light blue while his skin was pale. He had a bruised cheek and a cut running through the length of his forehead. The man picked up my muffin with an apologetic look on his face. "Sorry. I didn't see you comin' around the corner there." He held it out to me. I took it and tossed it in the nearby trash can.

"That's alright. I wasn't that hungry anyway." I sighed. He frowned slightly.

"Why not eat the other-"

"There you are. I was wondering what took you so long." Ben smiled, nudging me with his elbow. I handed him his blueberry muffin. "Thanks Princess." After taking a bite, he looked at the guy in front of us. "Roger! Hey man! Long time no see." Ben smiled, a few muffin crumbs on his chin.

I sighed quickly brushing them off. The Roger guy clapped Ben on the shoulder. "It's nice seeing you, too! I'd almost forgot what it was like here." He looked down to me, smiling softly. Why does he look familiar?

"That's right. How was your trip to Sinnoh?" Ben asked, leaning against the wall.

Roger groaned. "There were some complications with Team Galactic resulting in my face getting messed up. And then I got caught in that storm trying to get back here."

"That's a bummer. Sorry you had to deal with that. But I'll catch up with you later. We have to get to this meeting." Ben clasped his hand around my wrist and lead me down the hallways towards the conference room.

The meeting didn't take long, but Ben ended up getting in an argument with the guy running it. Now, on our day off, we have to go patrol for an hour in the ice cold pouring down rain.

I stood in the downfall of rain, with my arms crossed, trying to maintain the little warmth I still had. My entire body was soaked to the core. My body shivered and my teeth chattered against my will. "This is unbelievable." Ben grumbled, his nose red and his cheeks blue. "Today was supposed to be our day off and they make us coming out here in this weather."

"It's okay." I stated. "We only have about twenty more minutes left." We walk along the sand, careful not to go near the raging waters of the ocean.

He scoffed. "Pardon me while I rejoice." I frowned, looking away from him and at my feet. "Sorry." His voice was quiet. "I'm being real negative."

I opened my mouth to speak but instead, some force tackled me to the ground. My body hit the sand hard, knocking the wind out of me. I lifted myself up slightly, frantically searching for Ben. The man with the scar across his face was standing in front of Ben, the two of them in fighting positions. He threw a punch, put Ben dodged under it. He tried to kick the man's feet out from under him, but was kicked in the stomach, sending him flying backwards. "Ben!" I cried out, beginning to stand up.

The man walked to Ben and grabbed his collar. He then proceeded to wrap his arm around Ben's neck, putting him in a choke hold. "Why don't we see if your boyfriend can swim?" The man sneered. He began dragging Ben towards the waters while choking him.

"What do you want?" I called out. He stopped and rose his eyes to meet mine.

"Isn't it obvious?" He smiled. "All I want is for you to come with me so I can ask you some questions. But if you refuse," He reached the water, grabbed a hold of Ben's neck, and pushed him under the water. My heart stopped. "I'll kill him. You see, Summer, I've lost my patience with you and now you're paying for it. I'm more than capable than killing your boyfriend and you. Luckily for you, we need you alive for questioning. But we don't need him."

I grabbed on to my hair. "Stop! I'll go with you!" The man seemed unconvinced, continuing to hold Ben under the water. "Please! Let him go! You're drowning him!" I begged. A wave crashed into the man, knocking him off balance. Without a second thought, I charged at him. He smirked, grabbing my hand as I went in for a punch. A gargled cry left my mouth as he twisted my wrist, bringing his other hand up to grab my other arm. Ben rose to the surface of the water, unmoving. Please, please don't be dead. I struggled furiously against the man. There was a sharp pain in my jaw after he punched me. The metallic taste of blood began to fill my mouth, making me want to throw up. Everything spun in twos. How hard did he hit me?

All of a sudden, the man was tackled to the ground. Both my arms were released, and I collapsed to the ground, trying to focus on seeing straight. A familiar voice called out, "Get Ben out of here!" Roger? No time to find out. I got up unsteadily and ran towards Ben's floating body. His entire face was a gray blue as I dragged him onto the sand. After a few pumps to the chest, he coughed up water.

"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes." He said hoarsely. I smiled, bringing my cold hand to his cold cheek. Then it dawned on me that we were still in danger. I helped Ben up and half lead, half carried him towards the Union. Once we were a good distance away, I turned my head to see how Roger was fairing against the man. They both stood across from each other, their knees slightly bent. Although, they seemed to be just talking. Why isn't Roger doing something. "S-Summer.. I can't feel my arms or legs." Ben stuttered, his teeth chattering.

I continued to drag him to the Union. I pushed the door open, the two of us crumpling through. People rushed to us, asking if we were alright. "Help him. Please, he needs help." I tried lifting Ben up, but I'm so exhausted. I can't see straight and my head is still spinning. Two nurses took Ben out of my hands, lifting him onto a stretcher. They rolled him down the hallways and around a corner, out of sight.

My entire body ached as I stood up. Thunder crashed in the sky, startling me again. "Vulpix!" I turned my head to the sound. Vulpix came running up to me, jumping straight into my arms.

"Where did you get off to?" I breathed out. The pounding of the rain against the window caught my attention. I looked outside, searching for Roger. The beach was clear of anyone. Where did they-

"Looking for someone?" Roger's voice made me jump. I turned to him, noticing the absence of a certain individual.

A sinking feeling made itself present in the pit of my stomach. "Wha-what happened? Where did he go? I thought you were going to arrest him." I slapped my hand to my forehead. He is still out there..

Roger cleared his throat. "He pulled a quick one on me and got away." My eyes scanned his face. There are no signs that they got into a fight. I wasn't even near the guy for more than two minutes and he busted my lip. There is no way that man would have let Roger get away unscratched.

I nodded my head. "I've been meaning to ask. How did you get that bruise and cut again? It slipped my mind when you told Ben and I earlier today."

"While I was in Sinnoh I accidentally fell. I'm rather clumsy." He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You fell?" My eyebrows furrowed. "Ouch. Next time you should be more careful." I gave him a weak smile.

He nodded. "Will do. I should be heading off. Gotta go discuss things with Professor Hastings." Without another word, he hurried off down the hallway.

I plopped down in one of the lobby chairs, cradling Vulpix in my arms. He blatantly just lied to my face. First he said he had a run in with Team Galactic. Now he is saying he fell? Was he lying in one of the stories? Or were both stories lies? Roger is supposed to be the main Ranger around here. But I don't know how I feel about him. "Vulpix!"

Vulpix squirmed in my arms, sniffing all around. "Come on. Let's go check on Ben."

Alright so hopefully everyone enjoyed. Till next time. -A